A child born on the 9th of October 1982. Sophia Natasha ("Wisdom born on the day of Christmas")
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Being.
I only know one way of living. Today I am seeing that this is nothing but horrifying. This existence, is but a foil to a greater being within. Even the best falls down. It happens way too unconditionally. How very twisted.
Saturday, August 04, 2012
If my heart was a garden, you came and plucked the flowers. You have seen my many guises, you do not know me still.
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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